Peggy Carter (offthepeg) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2015-02-06 21:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, steve rogers, ~peggy carter |
Who: Peggy and Steve (later open to Bucky)
What: Getting antsy
When: Thursday 5th February
Where: The nightclub
Rating: High
Warnings: Loads
Status: Closed/ongoing
She couldn't put her finger on what it was inside her that felt different. Maybe it was just the need for sheer aggression or maybe she wanted to beat the crap out of something, might even be the way he was too sweet lately, that she had to knock him down a peg or two. Peggy was Peggy by day, hell, by every night: she hadn't been Agent Carter in forever. Shooting out rounds and running laps couldn't quell the growing thirst for misadventures. She guessed that their sex life was what kept her sated; one man had never appealed much but two seemed perfect.
Peggy ran her fingers along the jukebox in the night club and let her hair down from its clip, setting it carefully aside as the curls cascaded down her back. She wore an old dress but a dress nonetheless - one she didn't mind if it got ripped from her body halfway through this training session. She stretched out her limbs and got more and more excited as she waited for Steve to appear.
Was it sadistic to say she was excited to be throwing a punch again? Perhaps. Natasha would understand her, she thought idly, wishing she'd have met the girl herself. There was a lot to like, after all. The chair she found was a little dusty so she tutted and blew on the back a bit before she sat on it delicately waiting for Steve.
It was, of course, deliberate that she wore only dark, dark red from her heels to her lips.